"On the bed." My new master, the Alpha of Drogomor, commanded.

I walked toward the bed, naked, ashamed, and full of tears.

I was about to lose my virginity, but it meant nothing to the man who was going to take it.
***
I am Rosalie, 20 years old, sold to the most terrifying alpha by my own father.

"You're nothing to me but a breeder." he said to me cruelly.

I had long known that my love for him was hopeless and foolish. However, I was naïve to think that was the end of the story.

Once the baby is born, I will be put to death.
***
People thought I was dead, but I survived.

"It's you!" He grabbed my hand, and his eyes were filled with emotions I couldn't understand. "Come back to me, Rosalie."

"Sorry." I calmly looked back at him, "but I think you've got the wrong person."

Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder

I found Henry in the warehouse. He’d laid the creature on a tarp and was sitting on an upside down bucket nearby, looking pale. 


I walked toward the old man, not bothering to announce my presence. He knew I was there. He knew I’d be coming to him with questions. 


“It's a wolf, isn’t it?” I said, stopping short of the tarp. I looked down at the body of the wolf, noticing for the first time the lack of blood on the tarp, and on Henry’s clothes. I peered at him, narrowing my eyes as he rose from the bucket. “Who is it?”


Henry shook his head, looking exceedingly exhausted. He ran his hand over his face, looking down at the tarp through his fingers. 


“Gretta was the only worker unaccounted for in Bethany’s count.”


I closed my eyes, picturing the soft-spoken young woman with glasses and softly curling blonde hair who I had seen at breakfast the morning before. She hadn’t been at the bonfire, of that I was certain. 


Chapter 11 : There's Something Out There